Rivalry Part 1
anonymous
March 19 2009, 19:30:35 UTC
Okay, so I finished it earlier than I thought XD
A few notes if anyone is confused:
The Boston Red Sox have had a long rivarly with the New York Yankees for years. I am a Massachusetts!anon, so I thought these two states would be EXTREMELY fun to use for this request, especially with baseball season coming up. So much hate <3 And yes, we are RUTHLESS and crazy fans.
Also, I've got this image in my head that New York, during the day, is like a strict businessman, wearing glasses, being all prim and proper and carrying a suitcase. But at night, he becomes wild and crazy and just loves to have a good time. I've always thought of Massachusetts as a spunky girl who will speak her mind and be a bitch if need-be. We are affectionately called "Massholes" here, so yeah ^^;
Now onto the actual fill!
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It was baseball season again.
The Sox versus the Yanks.
America always had to be the moderator between New York and Massachusetts during this time of year. Everyone would complain to him about them and how annoyed they were with the two. His two northern states were some of the loudest and most out-spoken. It only became worse around baseball season.
A few hours before the first game even started, America visited New York. “Doin’ well?” the blonde asked as he inhaled a burger.
New York took a bite of his hotdog and raised a dark eyebrow. The blue eyes behind his glasses narrowed suspiciously. “I’m fine,” he replied. America got the feeling New York only had a stick up his ass during the day, and was tempted to find out how the man acted at night. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s…you know…that time again.”
“Don’t assume that I’m the root cause for all this. She looks for any excuse to fight.”
America sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I know Massachusetts can be a bit hard-headed at times-”
Rivalry Part 2
anonymous
March 19 2009, 19:32:53 UTC
“I’m just what?” Both men looked up and saw a short brunette with her hair tied back wearing a Red Sox jersey and some jeans. She plopped down beside America and grabbed one of his fries. He made a noise of despair, but didn’t say anything. “Ready to get your ass beat tonight, New York?” she sneered.
“What makes you think we’ll lose?” he hissed, wishing to hit her with his suitcase.
“Home field advantage. We’re playin’ at Fenway.”
“Home field means nothing.”
“Oh yeah? Wanna take this outside?”
“Guys!” America shouted. “Come on, it’s just a game.” Both states turned to look at him as though he had grown two heads. “Er…there’s no need to get so serious, ya know? Why not find something else to do tonight instead of watching the game?”
New York and Massachusetts shared a look before smirking and pretty soon America found himself being dragged through Boston and into the Sheraton Hotel. He didn’t get a chance to admire the room because someone jumped him and he landed on his stomach onto the bed. “Hey, what the?!” Hands were pulling his pants down and his eyes widened. “Who…?!”
“Don’t freak out so much.” Massachusetts...why was she-? “‘ey, New York! He’s got a pretty nice ass, huh?”
America tried to turn and see, but Massachusetts was having a little bit too much fun spanking his butt. He felt a finger at his entrance then and yelped. “He’ll do,” New York mumbled.
“HEY! What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?! I’m your country! You can’t-”
“We can’t what, America?” New York asked, untying his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
America gulped and winced as he was turned onto his back. Massachusetts was straddling him now and teasing his nipples. She smirked down at him before untying her hair and letting it fall freely down her shoulders. His mouth went dry. She leaned down then and kissed him lightly while removing his glasses. She removed her jeans and underwear, making him blush at how unabashed she was, before positioning herself over his erection and carefully going down.
She made a soft gasp and rolled her hips. America gave a cry as she began to ride him. His mind was cloudy and all he could think about was how good it felt to be inside her. He didn’t notice New York moving until he saw the dark-haired male press a kiss to Massachusetts’ exposed neck. She turned her head and kissed him on the mouth. America watched with a dazed expression, enjoying the sight and at the same time wanting to know what New York tasted like.
Rivalry Part 3
anonymous
March 19 2009, 19:37:54 UTC
New York groped Massachusetts through her shirt, playing with her breasts and making her speed up on top of America. The blonde reached to grab the brunette’s hips; to guide her. When he was so close to release, he heard New York growl, “Switch.”
Massachusetts groaned and got off him before laying herself down on the bed. America blinked in confusion until New York was hovering over him and pressing his lips against his own. America wrapped his arms around the other male and drove his tongue inside his mouth. “You two sure know how to tease a guy,” he said and New York chuckled.
“The teasin’ll stop if you bend over,” New York said huskily.
America decided he liked it when his states talked dirty to him. Massachusetts was spreading her legs, welcoming him as he turned around. “You can fuck me as he fucks you,” she smirked. “An American sandwich~”
The blonde was not about to object as he felt New York pressing his cock inside him. “Oh…fuck,” America moaned. He then thrust inside Massachusetts and the three began a rhythm. The faster New York went, the harder America thrust. Just as they were in the throes of ecstasy, Massachusetts reached for the TV remote and switched it to NESN.
“And Big Papi has done it again! Grand slam for the Red Sox in the 8th inning, putting the Sox on board with 4-2!”
“WHAT?!” New York slammed into America ruthlessly as he looked at the television screen. America cried out in pain, but was ignored. “Who the fuck’s pitching?!”
“Ha ha!” Massachusetts laughed from under America. “Ortiz just OWNED you. Hit it right over the Green Monster too!”
“Shut up, you bitch!”
“Make me, ya damn Yankee!”
“Um…hello?” America said angrily from in between them. “Yeah, um, I’m still here.”
Both states looked at him. “Oh, sorry,” New York mumbled, resuming his thrusts. His eyes stayed on the television. America continued moving inside Massachusetts, who was ignoring him completely in favor of looking at the screen.
“Top of the 9th inning now, with Derek Jeter up to bat. Two balls and a strike so far and-He’s hit it! It’s gonna land in center for a single, which brings in the runner from third, making the score 4-3 Sox!”
“Yes!” New York sped up and America couldn’t stop wincing as the other male pounded into him.
Massachusetts snorted and rolled her eyes. “Lucky hit,” she grumbled.
“You won’t be saying that when we win,” New York sneered, biting America’s shoulder.
“Oww!” America cried.
“Yeah? You ain’t gonna win,” Massachusetts retorted, raking her nails down America’s arms, drawing blood.
“Heeeey!” he hissed. “I’m not your object to vent on!” He started thrusting faster into Massachusetts before she could scratch him again.
“And it’s strike three! Red Sox win the first game against the Yankees here at Fenway Park. Join us after the game for Extra Innings.”
“Yeah! I knew it!” Massachusetts laughed. She then started to moan as America moved faster. “Oh…yeah…right there!” She came shortly after, very pleased and smirking. America released when New York, in his rage, hit his sweet spot violently. All three fell onto the bed. America was not happy.
“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
No one spoke the rest of the night as the streets below were crowded with Boston residents celebrating like the crazy fans they were.
Anon is sorry it's not the best, but hopes OP likes it anyway ^^
Re: Rivalry Part 3
anonymous
May 19 2010, 09:17:37 UTC
This anon is just about dead with laughter! ^o-
“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
Epic win! New York being all over America was extremely sexy in particular, but the whole thing switched alternately from hot to halarious and back again at warp speed! Love it!
A few notes if anyone is confused:
The Boston Red Sox have had a long rivarly with the New York Yankees for years. I am a Massachusetts!anon, so I thought these two states would be EXTREMELY fun to use for this request, especially with baseball season coming up. So much hate <3 And yes, we are RUTHLESS and crazy fans.
Also, I've got this image in my head that New York, during the day, is like a strict businessman, wearing glasses, being all prim and proper and carrying a suitcase. But at night, he becomes wild and crazy and just loves to have a good time. I've always thought of Massachusetts as a spunky girl who will speak her mind and be a bitch if need-be. We are affectionately called "Massholes" here, so yeah ^^;
Now onto the actual fill!
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It was baseball season again.
The Sox versus the Yanks.
America always had to be the moderator between New York and Massachusetts during this time of year. Everyone would complain to him about them and how annoyed they were with the two. His two northern states were some of the loudest and most out-spoken. It only became worse around baseball season.
A few hours before the first game even started, America visited New York. “Doin’ well?” the blonde asked as he inhaled a burger.
New York took a bite of his hotdog and raised a dark eyebrow. The blue eyes behind his glasses narrowed suspiciously. “I’m fine,” he replied. America got the feeling New York only had a stick up his ass during the day, and was tempted to find out how the man acted at night. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s…you know…that time again.”
“Don’t assume that I’m the root cause for all this. She looks for any excuse to fight.”
America sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I know Massachusetts can be a bit hard-headed at times-”
“A bit?!” New York growled.
“She’s just-”
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“What makes you think we’ll lose?” he hissed, wishing to hit her with his suitcase.
“Home field advantage. We’re playin’ at Fenway.”
“Home field means nothing.”
“Oh yeah? Wanna take this outside?”
“Guys!” America shouted. “Come on, it’s just a game.” Both states turned to look at him as though he had grown two heads. “Er…there’s no need to get so serious, ya know? Why not find something else to do tonight instead of watching the game?”
New York and Massachusetts shared a look before smirking and pretty soon America found himself being dragged through Boston and into the Sheraton Hotel. He didn’t get a chance to admire the room because someone jumped him and he landed on his stomach onto the bed. “Hey, what the?!” Hands were pulling his pants down and his eyes widened. “Who…?!”
“Don’t freak out so much.” Massachusetts...why was she-? “‘ey, New York! He’s got a pretty nice ass, huh?”
America tried to turn and see, but Massachusetts was having a little bit too much fun spanking his butt. He felt a finger at his entrance then and yelped. “He’ll do,” New York mumbled.
“HEY! What the hell do you guys think you’re doing?! I’m your country! You can’t-”
“We can’t what, America?” New York asked, untying his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
America gulped and winced as he was turned onto his back. Massachusetts was straddling him now and teasing his nipples. She smirked down at him before untying her hair and letting it fall freely down her shoulders. His mouth went dry. She leaned down then and kissed him lightly while removing his glasses. She removed her jeans and underwear, making him blush at how unabashed she was, before positioning herself over his erection and carefully going down.
She made a soft gasp and rolled her hips. America gave a cry as she began to ride him. His mind was cloudy and all he could think about was how good it felt to be inside her. He didn’t notice New York moving until he saw the dark-haired male press a kiss to Massachusetts’ exposed neck. She turned her head and kissed him on the mouth. America watched with a dazed expression, enjoying the sight and at the same time wanting to know what New York tasted like.
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Massachusetts groaned and got off him before laying herself down on the bed. America blinked in confusion until New York was hovering over him and pressing his lips against his own. America wrapped his arms around the other male and drove his tongue inside his mouth. “You two sure know how to tease a guy,” he said and New York chuckled.
“The teasin’ll stop if you bend over,” New York said huskily.
America decided he liked it when his states talked dirty to him. Massachusetts was spreading her legs, welcoming him as he turned around. “You can fuck me as he fucks you,” she smirked. “An American sandwich~”
The blonde was not about to object as he felt New York pressing his cock inside him. “Oh…fuck,” America moaned. He then thrust inside Massachusetts and the three began a rhythm. The faster New York went, the harder America thrust. Just as they were in the throes of ecstasy, Massachusetts reached for the TV remote and switched it to NESN.
“And Big Papi has done it again! Grand slam for the Red Sox in the 8th inning, putting the Sox on board with 4-2!”
“WHAT?!” New York slammed into America ruthlessly as he looked at the television screen. America cried out in pain, but was ignored. “Who the fuck’s pitching?!”
“Ha ha!” Massachusetts laughed from under America. “Ortiz just OWNED you. Hit it right over the Green Monster too!”
“Shut up, you bitch!”
“Make me, ya damn Yankee!”
“Um…hello?” America said angrily from in between them. “Yeah, um, I’m still here.”
Both states looked at him. “Oh, sorry,” New York mumbled, resuming his thrusts. His eyes stayed on the television. America continued moving inside Massachusetts, who was ignoring him completely in favor of looking at the screen.
“Top of the 9th inning now, with Derek Jeter up to bat. Two balls and a strike so far and-He’s hit it! It’s gonna land in center for a single, which brings in the runner from third, making the score 4-3 Sox!”
“Yes!” New York sped up and America couldn’t stop wincing as the other male pounded into him.
Massachusetts snorted and rolled her eyes. “Lucky hit,” she grumbled.
“You won’t be saying that when we win,” New York sneered, biting America’s shoulder.
“Oww!” America cried.
“Yeah? You ain’t gonna win,” Massachusetts retorted, raking her nails down America’s arms, drawing blood.
“Heeeey!” he hissed. “I’m not your object to vent on!” He started thrusting faster into Massachusetts before she could scratch him again.
“And it’s strike three! Red Sox win the first game against the Yankees here at Fenway Park. Join us after the game for Extra Innings.”
“Yeah! I knew it!” Massachusetts laughed. She then started to moan as America moved faster. “Oh…yeah…right there!” She came shortly after, very pleased and smirking. America released when New York, in his rage, hit his sweet spot violently. All three fell onto the bed. America was not happy.
“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
No one spoke the rest of the night as the streets below were crowded with Boston residents celebrating like the crazy fans they were.
Anon is sorry it's not the best, but hopes OP likes it anyway ^^
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“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled."
I'm dying of laughter.
ALSO - American Sandwich = TOO HOT FOR WORDS. (Hero Sandwich anyone? Herowich?)
.........God Bless the USA, AMIRIGHT?
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NY and MA are too much fun to write XD
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I'm terribly jealous.
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I'd be jealous too, but I'm too busy grinning like a doof. Talk about a 'HIGH FIVE, BRO!' moment, eh?
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e-even if she had to bottom...damn...
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“You two are the worst people I’ve ever slept with,” he snarled.
Epic win! New York being all over America was extremely sexy in particular, but the whole thing switched alternately from hot to halarious and back again at warp speed! Love it!
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